where hypotheses come to die (madman101) wrote,
where hypotheses come to die
madman101

hatful of hollow

I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. I am the son, and the heir, of nothing in particular. You shut your mouth - how can you say I go about things the wrong way? I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does...

I want to buy this, & Morrissey's latest (World Peace..), and maybe Decemberists, soon, maybe this month. I need check the library's CD collection some day. Also, there is a little house here, which is interesting me - may check it out soon. Cheap - but too expensive for me - unless I charm the gods again. I really do not want to move HERE, but outside of Illinois - way outside. Here, I will spend myself into a grave.

I fixed my email - although it may now be being read by someone. Created another email. Getting ready to go on a campaign against the evil peeps below.

I am so injured from girl downstairs up at 2:am, showering below, banging, stomping as well. Then she goes back to bed. This is take from the Nethers playbook. I never got back to sleep.

Apparently, no one here lately, or else she is cowering alone, idk. So, I managed to get a little done, despite being so ill. Preparing for laundry, shopping tomorrow. Much brain, CFS trouble, almost collapsed or passed out...
Tags: music - decemberists, music - morrissey / smiths
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